I am new here, but this question has haunted me since I was 16/17. (I hope this is ok to post because it is not illegal but may be uncomfortable) I don’t watch porn, I pretty much exclusively consume written content. This has to do with my own identity as an aro/ace. Like many minors fanfics were my main exposure to sex. I corrected some typos for an erotica author on a certain site and then we ended up talking and brainstorming ideas together.
I want to stress we Never had anything sexual going on between us personally. But they had a sub space and I had dom ‘ocs’ that would deal with them; that’s why I labeled this roleplay.
I was already hyperventilating about legality before talking. It was shortly before my 17th birthday. I examined consent laws and myself. My primary concern was for Them because I know 18+ spaces are to protect adults too.
I value our friendship immensely. It’s been over 2 years and we talk almost daily. I was extremely isolated at that time due to having ‘dark’ and ‘taboo’ interests and wanting to have nuanced conversations about them but being unable to with peers my age. That’s why I went online and ambiguous about my age; people could judge if I was mature or not based on me, not my age. <- I know this ties into issues of parentification and forced maturity; caretaking has been something I’ve done since I was 6. If that’s tied to emotional maturity or being forced to mature is up for interpretation.
I feel extreme guilt when bringing up past conversations or concepts we brainstormed and obsessively check my age then. Because I made a lot of important friendships in that gray area with people I could be open with and talk to about my interests, an ever lingering sense of guilt and fraud followed me to an extreme extent. It has returned and worsened.
I am fine, I am concerned about my friend and our relationship. I also am a ‘caretaker’ dom, which adds more layers to this all.
I know we have different sides of ourselves we show to others. We both practice internet safety; I don’t have social media with photos of myself and I don’t share those with strangers either. They don’t even know my real name though I know theirs. And even going forward I do state I am an adult but don’t give my age as a personal choice regarding safety. Is this simply another thing I have to hold onto and deal with? I know people say you can’t have a healthy relationship built on lies or that is not wholly truthful, etc, but I am well versed in being in the closet and shades of gray. I caretake for my grandma who does not know I am trans. She has dementia, anyway. I agonized for years whether to come out or not as I am her favorite grandchild. But now it doesn’t really matter and it doesn’t matter to me either.
I just don’t know what to do. I’m aware this is all my fault. I’m aware of the circumstances that pushed me to make this decision. I also think without this key friendship many events in my life would have gone worse.
PS: they assumed I was around the same age as them not just due to mannerisms but my life experiences such as my enrollment in college classes too and other serious matters in my life.
Signing off with guilt that rival’s a Catholic’s
Scarlet newbie